Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 23:46:09 GMT -5
Tournament wasn't over yet, but the day on the archery field had shaken Tamara to her core. Losing her match in the first round of the sword match had been embarrassing enough especially considering the hit she had taken from the shoulder of Sir Tristan. He had been strong enough to knock her to the ground as if she were nothing, but a mere child. Had she really lost so much skill from lack of practice, or maybe she never really was a good as she had thought? Would she had never made it to become a knight in the service of the crown? A part of the order?
If such doubts weren't bad enough on her performance on the archery field was almost laughable. She had only saved face in the last round making two shots that were very close to the center of the target, and it at least brought her up to a decent score. But her performance in both of the events paled into comparison to the fact she seen him standing there on the range in front of the entire kingdom. Had she looked a complete fool out there, trembling in fear of the possibility of losing her own sanity? Forcing herself to shoot through the illusion of her father had been the hardest thing the young woman had done in her life and Tamara had yet to recover from it.
After it was over the woman had reached her breaking point although she did not retreat in seclusion to weep or cry. It wouldn't have helped if she did, as the ghosts of Hector and Nicholas would be waiting for her in the former sanctuary of her room. No, instead Tamara had made a firm choice that she needed a break, a breathe of fresh air, and several strong drinks to ease her mind and bruised ego. Thus, this is what brought the Countess to this very Tavern, The Wicked Stallion, it was a local watering hole she had heard was popular in the area for their good ale and fine wines.
Leaning forward on the bar the red haired Countess let her elbows rest on the counter as she dangled the fifth or sixth glass of wine loosely in her fingers. Her pale, cheeks were flushed from the drink as the lady slurred her words to her cousin, "A shoulder Charlotte...that bastard shouldered me..." Pausing the girl sipped at her drink, "A damn knight of the Cal-cal-..." Shit...what were they called again? Drunkenly the lady downed the rest of the glass before letting it slam down on the counter while letting out a slow exhale as she glanced down at her blue dress smirking to herself at how unladylike she was appearing. Although it was a garment that appeared suited for a lady only the women at the bar knew how truly deciding the garment was with it's hidden armor and slots for weapons. "Barkeep! Two more glasses!" Lady Fontaine practically shouted the words before her blue eyes hazily floated back over to her cousin Charlotte, "N-nnoooowww, what....what...what were we dicussing? Hmm?"
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If such doubts weren't bad enough on her performance on the archery field was almost laughable. She had only saved face in the last round making two shots that were very close to the center of the target, and it at least brought her up to a decent score. But her performance in both of the events paled into comparison to the fact she seen him standing there on the range in front of the entire kingdom. Had she looked a complete fool out there, trembling in fear of the possibility of losing her own sanity? Forcing herself to shoot through the illusion of her father had been the hardest thing the young woman had done in her life and Tamara had yet to recover from it.
After it was over the woman had reached her breaking point although she did not retreat in seclusion to weep or cry. It wouldn't have helped if she did, as the ghosts of Hector and Nicholas would be waiting for her in the former sanctuary of her room. No, instead Tamara had made a firm choice that she needed a break, a breathe of fresh air, and several strong drinks to ease her mind and bruised ego. Thus, this is what brought the Countess to this very Tavern, The Wicked Stallion, it was a local watering hole she had heard was popular in the area for their good ale and fine wines.
Leaning forward on the bar the red haired Countess let her elbows rest on the counter as she dangled the fifth or sixth glass of wine loosely in her fingers. Her pale, cheeks were flushed from the drink as the lady slurred her words to her cousin, "A shoulder Charlotte...that bastard shouldered me..." Pausing the girl sipped at her drink, "A damn knight of the Cal-cal-..." Shit...what were they called again? Drunkenly the lady downed the rest of the glass before letting it slam down on the counter while letting out a slow exhale as she glanced down at her blue dress smirking to herself at how unladylike she was appearing. Although it was a garment that appeared suited for a lady only the women at the bar knew how truly deciding the garment was with it's hidden armor and slots for weapons. "Barkeep! Two more glasses!" Lady Fontaine practically shouted the words before her blue eyes hazily floated back over to her cousin Charlotte, "N-nnoooowww, what....what...what were we dicussing? Hmm?"
@charlottefontaine/ OPEN TO ALL!!!
